The Golden Farce
The chandeliers above you are heavy with crystal, refracting the warm, amber light of the mansion’s foyer into a thousand blinding shards that dance across the floorboards, and you stand in the center of the room, a still point in the swirling chaos of the gala, your eyes fixed not on the smiling faces around you but on the polished mahogany bar where your reflection stares back with a...
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